Be Mine

Chapter Nine

Amber stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes filled sadness as she stared down at her reflection, staring down at her own body.

Was she really that ugly as people claimed for her to be?

She sighed, pushing her front hair behind her ear as she looked down helpless, but got distracted when she heard her phone buzz on her bed.

She scrunched her eyebrows unsurely as she went over and quickly picked up, typing down unlocking her phone to see a notification from Facebook.

She clicked on it as she sat down on the bed, tapping her foot on the floor silently as she waited for her screen to load.

Her eyes widened as she saw a friend request from none other than Alex.

She formed a faint smile on her face, noticing how his profile picture was with the same rabbit he was petting the other day.

And then without a second thought, she clicked on accept, but then her mind wanted to do so many things at once.

She bit her lip as she typed along her phone, sending Alex a text.

"Hey."

She was surprised when she instantly got a reply,

"Hey you"

She was starting to get nervous, her mind processing on so many things she wanted to say.

"Can we meet up tomorrow?"

The impatient tappings of her foot increased as she waited for him to reply, which he did about a minute later.

"Where?"

She blinked, she hadn't even decided where.

"Um.." She whispered to herself as quickly typed a reply.

"I know this coffee place. Just a few blocks from school."

"Okay" Was all he replied before Amber noticed him go offline.

She sighed, letting the thought sink in through her skin.

He's meeting her tomorrow, on Sunday, just like she hoped for.
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The continious ringing was getting on Grace's nerves as she quickly picked up her phone just before the last ring, not having the time to look at the caller id.

"Hello?" She spoke, putting a hand on her waist as she waited for a reply. Who'd be calling her this late at night?

"Why did you pick up your phone so late?! I was missing you babyy." Zayn's voice slurred through the other end of the line, him emphasizing the word "baby" a bit too long.

"Wha-Zayn? Is that you?" Grace asked, surprised with his sloppy tone as she raised an eye brow, "Zayn, are you drunk!"

"Mhmm." He groaned. It seemed like wherever he was, it was damn crowded and noisy.

"Grace.." He started out sloppily but Grace couldn't understand a word because of all the noises from the other end.

"Okay, look, where are you? I'm picking you up right now." Grace said as she started to look around her room, trying to find her car keys.

"I don't know..." He trailed of sheepishly, "it's like...that one..the club, uh, the one with the hot girls on the poles."

Grace could feel her breathe get caught in her throat for a second as she stopped moving, biting her lip as she gripped tightly on her phone.

"Stay where you are, Zayn. I'm coming to get you." Grace muttered through gritted teeth as she snatched her car keys from her table and cut the call, shoving it in her back pocket before walking out the door.

Grace pulled her car to a stop as she soon as she arrived at the place. This was the only club that had strippers filled with it, how the hell is this damn thing not shut down yet?

She closed the door shut behind her as she walked in, and instantly she was hit with a strong smell of alcohol in the atmosphere.

It took her a few seconds to get used to it as she blinked a few times before scanning the room to find Zayn.

As she started moving through the crowd, she could feel guys stare at her and imagining god knows what drunk thoughts about her, but she ignored it.

'I'm going to kill him.' Grace thought to herself as she pushed through a few drunk people before finally spotting Zayn.

But he was sat on a chair.

With a girl, on his lap.

And she had her arms wrapped around his neck, as she stayed there kissing his neck before leaning up to kiss him on the lips.

"Oh hell no, Zayn fucking Malik!" Grace shouted as she stormed towards them, the girl looking behind her with an irritated look as Zayn formed a grin when he saw Grace stood before them.

"Um, he's with me. Get out." Grace said with an obvious fake smile as Zayn sat there looking at the two ladies dumbly.

The stripper scoffed as she got up, rolling her eyes, "Whatevs."

Grace glared at the back of her head as the blonde walked away, before looking back at Zayn.

"I cannot believe you were doing that with her, Zayn! I mean, seriously, just-" but she was cut off as Zayn carelessly grabbed her hand and pulled her on to his lap.

Grace could feel her cheeks heat up as he slid his hands around her waist, pulling her closer against him.

"I was missing you, baby girl." He whispered, she could feel the alcohol in his breathe as he glanced down at her lips.

"W-we should be going." Grace said quickly as she got up, not giving him the chance to do anything further as she took him by the hand.

He followed her without saying anything, and half an hour later, after a very difficult time of sneaking Zayn into her house, which Zayn was continuously insisting about the whole car ride, they both laid there on the bed, both of them staring at the ceiling.

Grace had both her hands on her stomach as she laid there still flat on her back, and on the other side of her was Zayn, who had one arm at the back of his head and stared up at the ceiling too.

"Why do we have to keep cushions between us?" Grace heard Zayn speak up.

"You know why." She answered.

"Why?"

"Because it's weird."

"But it doesn't have to be."

"Shut up Zayn, you're drunk." Grace said quietly.

There was a moment of silence before she heard Zayn said, "fuck it."

The next thing she knew, she felt the cushions that were beside her removen, and she could feel his presence right next to hers.

They didn't say anything, Zayn was on his side now, staring at Grace, who still laid there still, staring up at the ceiling.

"I like this better." Zayn muttered as he closed his eyes, and after a few minutes of silence, she could hear his breathing get steady, letting her know he fell asleep.

Right next to her.